Leo looks at Death. Death looks back at Leo.
“You’re early,” Death finally tells Leo.
“Couldn’t help coming when I did. Doesn’t that make it the right time?”
“You’re supposed to have more wrinkles on your face than hairs on your head. I’m supposed to tell my master something about your life. What do I say if you never got to live?”
“Is it my job to determine that?”
“It was supposed to be; now it’s too late only it’s too early. Don’t you get it, kid? You weren’t supposed to see me for another 67 years, let alone come to me. Why are you here now?”
“I don’t know. I got my big-boy bed last week and I finally decided to sleep in it tonight. Then I had this dream about crossing a river. And voila! Here I am.”
“You don’t remember any pain?”
“I skinned my knee yesterday and it hurt real bad. I didn’t even cry though.”
“Nothing since then?”
“None.” Death breathes a sigh of relief. Death’s face is long and appears to be only bone, just one long bone shaped like an obelisk. It’s Death’s heart that’s actually interesting. Leo doesn’t know this. His face is more interesting than his heart, which is a mechanism purely used for maintaining biological functions. Leo’s heart is out of a job.
Death takes Leo’s hand and looks at him silence for awhile. Both are completely still, waiting for the other to move. Finally, Death speaks again.
“Would you like to see something cool?”
“What is it?” he asks curiously.
“It’s the guy who made you.”
“I’m going to go see Daddy again? There’s so much I want to tell him!”
“No, not your Daddy. You’re going to go meet the guy who gave you to your parents on the other side of the river.”
“I don’t understand.” The puzzled boy goes quiet, trying to understand what he’s being told. “Hey! You remembered me telling you about the river!”
“You bet I do. Now, shall we?”
“Okay, let’s go see the guy who made me! This is going to be cool, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah, it will be.”
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